บท 211: Without His Mate: Part One

Back in Chester, Damon finally regained consciousness and found himself lying down on the bed of his and Aila's appointed room in Gabriel's penthouse. His chest tightened, and he swallowed past the lump in his throat; he felt empty. He looked at the space by his side where his Aila should be.

Damon felt disgusted at himself. He was the shittest mate. Even now, Damon had been unconscious for days now, and it wasn't because of his injuries but because Aila was not near him. He prodded at the bond that just bounced back. She had wolfsbane in her system. Those fucking hunters had her again.

Damon sat up, the covers falling down, revealing his bare chest. "We need to rally the pack and the others to get Aila back," Darius' voice roared through his mind, making his presence known to Damon. From what he could feel from his wolf, other than the obvious that he was upset and pissed off like him about Aila being taken, he was also annoyed with him.